In the room Loki now found himself in, there was a bed and a few cabinet, but other than that it was fairly small; and also for whatever reason rocking.
There was a boy in the corner of the room, and, despite him wearing a childish looking pair of short and sweater - something completely different from what Loki had seen a second ago - he recognized it to be Peter.
Peter's back was turned to Loki while he looked out the window, which made him slowly approach the young boy so he wouldn't startle him too much; also noticing that they were in the sky when he glanced out the window.
"Young Child." Loki greets, making the boy gasp and whip around. His brown eyes were blown wide once he saw the God standing in front of him, and he instantly began to back up.
"Holy shit!" Was the only thing Peter was able to say as he scurried backwards, tripping over his own feet and falling into one of the cabinets in the process. "Don't hurt me." Peter begs, Loki giving him an attempt of a smile.
"I am not here to hurt you, Child, I'm here for quite the opposite. Something has happened-" Loki begins to reassure, getting cut off by the boy's worried rambles.
"What happened? Is everyone okay? Where's Tony? Is he okay?"
"Everyone is fine, Child, it's you that's in danger." Loki tells him, watching as the confusion began to take over the worried look on the teen's face.
"Me? Wait, aren't I dreaming right now? I mean, I have to be, you're Loki, you're supposed to be in some sort of Asgardian prison right now. And I'm in trouble? Is this some way of my self-conscious telling me to wake up because there's like a fire or robbery happening in the penthouse right now?" Peter continues his nervous rambles.
"Wow, you talk a lot." Loki comment, wishing Stark warned him about that.
"Hey!"
Listen! You are in danger. I cannot get too far into detail in worried of the thing that is attacking you overhearing. I can tell you, though, that your soul left your body and I am just here to guide you through the dreams that we'll encounter until we reach your body." Loki vaguely explains, Peter still looking at him like he had fifteen heads.
"So... like the 'Christmas Carol'?" Peter hesitantly asks, making Loki be the one who was confused now.
"'Christmas Carol'?"
"Yeah, it's this really old book where the spirits of Christmas past, present, and future come and show this bad person through his life and what his life will end up being if he doesn't change." Peter explains, Loki not really understanding the connection, but knew they didn't have much time so he didn't bother asking.
"Sure, but we must begin now, Child." Loki tells the teen, making him nod and slowly get to his feet.
"S-So, we're just going to be going through my dreams then? Is that why I'm dressed like this?" Peter asks, hesitantly shuffling towards Loki and pointing down at the sweater and shorts he was wearing.
"Yes." Loki plainly responds, Peter just shrugging in return.
'Weirder things have happened. In the words of John Mulaney: 'this might as well happen, life is already so goddamn weird.' Peter couldn't help but think as he and Loki walked towards the door.
"So, what exactly am I going to be seeing? Are they going to be like those weird dreams where you're walking the halls on your first day of school and you find out that you're actually naked and everyone is there staring?" Peter asks, standing next to Loki in front of the door.
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The Night Mare
FanfictionThey say, in Norse Mythology, when you go to sleep your soul is free to wander. The more curious the person, the further the soul will go. Without your soul, your body is left there, free for whatever demon finds it. Mare's will begin to appear, pl...